I like writing poetry. Not all of it is going to be a historical epic or an ode to something. These are like little glimpses of the subway in my mind; my train of thought isn't always artsy or symbolic or deep or meaningful, but I like to think that art takes ordinary things and makes people see a sort of beauty in them. So, look around- I've been doing this for a while. Enjoy ♥

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Wednesday, September 9, 2009

Determined

What else could this heart befor? There’s got to be somethingmore to it than the circulation of blood.Teenage love, while I’m not fond of you,rage is not enough to keep me awayat the moment. If I believedthat all I could hope for was toonly to be left waitinglonely at the door, wouldI have kept on going? Despite the tears left in myeyes, I believe that I would. So give uptrying to bring me down- I’m notbuying anything you’ve got to sell.

I felt cheesy for having the ends rhyme, so I just tricked myself into thinking it was cooler to make the beginning words rhyme. Like an optical illusion, except not...